Alooooha! No need for concern. I know occasionally people think I die when I don't blog for, oh, months and months, but I recently realized something...I think the more cool stuff I have going on, the less I blog. Truly. So, instead of wondering if I'm okay when I don't blog, you should be alarmed if I start blogging five times a week or something. Deal? I'm slammed in all the best ways! In many ways, I think it's still March, because things have been in mega-high gear around here since then. A little whirlwind is pretty healthy...
Anyway, hope you're doing awesome, internets! Remember when I said change was afoot because I felt like I was in my groove? Welp, I called it. A dream job fell out of the sky (and while I shan't reveal the details to the world-wide web, if you care that much you probably already know :)).
In my hip and fabulous single and dating days (as opposed to my hip and fabulous married and dating days...bahaha), I often complained that the glorious trifecta of hot boy seemed to be missing. All I want, I'd pine adorably, is a fellow who likes three things:
(3) Churchy church.
I could find dudes who liked me and church but were bllllaaaand as could be; I could find dudes who liked me and fun but not church, and I could find dudes who liked church and fun but not me. (Spoiler alert: I eventually hit the jackpot, though some of those items have shifted in importance...just go with it.)
Similarly, I feel like with jobs, I've been wanting something that would:
(1) use my talents/brain
(2) pay reasonably well
(3) be abnormally flexible
And it seemed like there were jobs that were interesting and paid well but had zero flexibility, would be flexible and pay reasonably well but my brain would turn to mush, and that were interesting and flexible but didn't pay well. See what I mean? So, another paying job wasn't on the top of my to-do list (you may recall I've had a pretty sweet part-time gig for a while now that's been great) as I chased our cute kiddos around. Annnnnd then my husband thought about going back for round 2 of grad school, and at precisely the moment I began realizing going from 1.5 incomes to .5 incomes would be tricky, BAM, a cool job with all three criteria fell out of the sky and into my lap, so we can, you know, LIVE as my hub hits the books again for another few years.
Whew! So I've been busy navigating this new world of kids and a flexible full-time job and a half, and I dig it, and I marvel at God's generosity.
Remember this kid? She's four, now, and it turns out four is a blast (and we had a kickass Wordgirl party...honestly, whoever thought up Wordgirl deserves a giant smooch. Lady Redundant Woman? Sigh.). Remember this, when our other sweet daughter was born? She's almost two and a half and she is such a clever sneak. Two and four are such great, cuddly ages and they are each other's dearest friends. Just had to mention that.
In kind of other news, and on a similar to my last post note, which was four months ago so you don't remember anyway, I had a heart-to-heart with a buddy recently about whether you feel like you're half-assing everything if you do too many things (and that's a real danger), and I am proud of myself as I slowly start to realize that as I enter a busier-than-normal season of life, I can full-ass things in smaller doses. Make sense? Like, I honestly do my darndest to be a good YW president. I feel so much love and concern for our little gang and feel like I do a decent job most of the time, but guess what? I'm not at everything. I can't be, and that's a fact. But when I go, I try to be all in. Similarly, I need more help with childcare now than I used to, and that's a fact. But when I'm with my kiddos (which is still the vast majority of the time), I try to be all in. And at work I am learning to delegate. This is a pain for those of us who like to be in charge of stuff because we think we'd do it better ourselves, but sometimes, delegating stuff is the biggest present to ourselves. Am I right or am I right? Annnnd it's only taken me almost thirty years to figure out! Bahahaha! Life lesson: you can avoid a lot of big fat headaches by anticipating them, sharing the responsibility, and not being a martyr. YEAH!
Annnnnnd that's what's on my mind today. What's new with you?